Abstract of Black and Gray

I live in a box A box full of imagery of desires Desires I can only touch outside Desires that leads me to my momentary flight Why am I always scarred? Why do I come back twice as boxed, latched and barred? I want to live with colors But I’m living with grayscale and nimbus skies Through their eyes I am golden Who are they molding? I am equipped but I am demobilized I live to be free Is the world ready for my lesions to see? My little box heals me, my freedom wounds me Take me to the in between, the purgatory Heal me with heaven, free me from hell. This I deserve. I am worth These chains, I abort.